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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 40: Warm-Ups Hurt More · Oct 17, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Pre-Workout to Paradise 2026-10-17
2 Chapter 2: My System Is a Gym 2026-10-17
3 Chapter 3: Bandits vs Gym Rat 2026-10-17
4 Chapter 4: First Disciple Signed Up 2026-10-17
5 Chapter 5: Fake Cultivation 101 2026-10-17
6 Chapter 6: My Body Is the Mana Pool 2026-10-17
7 Chapter 7: Welcome to Anatomy 101 2026-10-17
8 Chapter 8: The Gym Bro Cultivation Path 2026-10-17
9 Chapter 9: Mana FX 2026-10-17
10 Chapter 10: Weed Collector 2026-10-17
11 Chapter 11: Counterpunch Commerce 2026-10-17
12 Chapter 12: The Herb Everyone Wants 2026-10-17
13 Chapter 13: Dragon Tooth Chaos 2026-10-17
14 Chapter 14: Second Function Unlocked! 2026-10-17
15 Chapter 15: Cultivation? Nah, Push-Ups 2026-10-17
16 Chapter 16: The Gym Finally Opens 2026-10-17
17 Chapter 17: Squat Rack Surprise 2026-10-17
18 Chapter 18: Don’t Skip Leg Day 2026-10-17
19 Chapter 19: Martial Arts 101 2026-10-17
20 Chapter 20: First Real Fight 2026-10-17
21 Chapter 21: Trainer Dahlia Emerges 2026-10-17
22 Chapter 22: Hell No to Ugly Disciples 2026-10-17
23 Chapter 23: From Bounty to Bracket 2026-10-17
24 Chapter 24: The Daily Death of Dahlia 2026-10-17
25 Chapter 25: Supplements of the God Gym 2026-10-17
26 Chapter 26: Whey Worse Than Death 2026-10-17
27 Chapter 27: Uniform of Pride 2026-10-17
28 Chapter 28: The Weight of a Thousand Competitors 2026-10-17
29 Chapter 29: The Realm of Survival 2026-10-17
30 Chapter 30: Her First Real Fight in the Realm 2026-10-17
31 Chapter 31: Don’t Touch Her Chest! 2026-10-17
32 Chapter 32: Token Crunch 2026-10-17
33 Chapter 33: When Supplements Hit Too Hard 2026-10-17
34 Chapter 34: Red Boy Got Schooled 2026-10-17
35 Chapter 35: Humiliation in Red 2026-10-17
36 Chapter 36: Top 32 Without Taking the Robe Off 2026-10-17
37 Chapter 37: The Red Fang’s Wrath 2026-10-17
38 Chapter 38: Secrets of the Second Realm 2026-10-17
39 Chapter 39: Blood Flow Before Bloodshed 2026-10-17
40 Chapter 40: Warm-Ups Hurt More 2026-10-17
41 Chapter 41: Dahlia’s Slapstick Debut 2026-10-17
42 Chapter 42: The Dark Horse 2026-10-17
43 Chapter 43: One Kick, One Nosebleed 2026-10-17
44 Chapter 44: When Shy Muscles Go Public 2026-10-17
45 Chapter 45: Skips Straight to Finals 2026-10-17
46 Chapter 46: Banned or Beaten 2026-10-17
47 Chapter 47: Blinded but Unbroken 2026-10-17
48 Chapter 48: Blades of Light Everywhere 2026-10-17
49 Chapter 49: Found You… Or Not 2026-10-17
50 Chapter 50: Whose Body Breaks First 2026-10-17

The arena shook with noise as thousands of people filled the stands, stomping and shouting.

On the raised platform, a man in bright robes appeared, raising his arms dramatically.

”Today is the day the true battle begins!”

The crowd exploded even louder, half of them cheering, the other half screaming insults at rival sects.

”We have thirty-two youths who survived the Treasure Realm! Now, they will face each other one-on-one!”

The floor below was packed with surviving contestants.

Dahlia stood stiff among them, hands clenched into fists at her sides, trying to stay calm.

She glanced up at the premium seats.

Garion was there, arms folded, sitting like he owned the place.

He scanned the crowd below, then the field, judging everyone’s form.

Dahlia’s eyes quickly begged for reassurance.

Garion just raised one finger, tapping his head, and moved his mouth.

Think first.

Dahlia’s shoulder dropped. She nodded and rolled them back, standing taller.

Garion just smiled, nodding.

”Good. She didn’t freak out.”

The announcer waved his sleeve again, nearly smacking a guard in the face.

”Without further delay, we will begin the matches!”

The crowd stomped in rhythm, rattling the arena floor.

The announcer cleared his throat loudly.

”First match, step forward! Adriel of the Silver Flame Sect versus Kaivor from the Blue Horn Sect!”

Gasps and cheers shot through the stands as two figures quickly stepped onto the stage.

Adriel wore a white robe lined with silver trim. His dark hair was tied back, and a long, beautiful silver spear was in his hands.

Kaivor walked out opposite him, stocky, broad-shouldered, with a long sword strapped to his back.

His robe was blue, the symbol of curved horns stitched across his chest.

He drew his sword with both hands, mana coating the blade in a faint glow.

The announcer raised both arms.

”Begin!”

Kaivor roared, stomping forward. His sword came down in a heavy arc.

”Take this. Horn Slash!”

Adriel slid back half a step, twisting the shaft of his spear and shoved it hard, knocking the sword aside.

”Too slow.”

Then with a smooth step, he lunged his spear toward Kaivor’s chest.

”Silver Thrust!”

Kaivor frowled, twisting his shoulders.

The tip scapred across his robe but didn’t pierce him.

He then took his sword back and swung again, this time a sideways slash, forcing Adriel to hop back.

”You almost got me there,” Kaivor said, grinning.

”You’ll need more than smiles,” Adriel shot back.

He spun his spear in a tight circle, forcing Kaivor to reset his footing.

The crowd cheered, stomping the floor.

Kaivor then bent his knees, mana rushing to his arms.

He charged like a bull, sword raised high.

”Horn Breaker!”

He slashed downward with full force.

Adriel pivoted to the side, spear brushing past Kaivor’s ribs in a quick jab.

The strike hit, leaving a shallow mark, but Kaivor barely flinched.

”Thick skin, huh?” Adriel said, pulling his weapon back.

Kaivor grinned wider. ”That’s just how strong I am.”

They clashed again.

Adriel’s feet glided in short steps, spear flicking from high to low.

Kaivor pressed in with raw strength. Each strike was heavier than the last.

The announcer leaned forward, shouting to the air.

”What a clash! Skill against strength, speed against power!”

Kaivor pressed forward, sword ringing repeatly.

”Stop running!”

His heavy blade carved a line in the floor.

Adriel’s eyes narrowed, spinning his spear around his wrist.

”Running? No. I’m waiting.”

Kaivor stomped in, lifting his sword overhead for another crusing slash.

”Horn Splitter!”

Adriel suddenly stepped in instead of back. His spear shot upward in a sharp arc.

”Rising Fang!”

The spear’s tip slid under the sword, lifting it high.

Kaivor’s arms jolted, breaking his stance.

Adrield didn’t waste breath. He twisted his hips, drove his spear forward.

”Silver Thrust!”

Crack!

The spear slammed into Kaivor’s chest, making him stumble back three steps.

He gasped, clenching the fresh tear in his robe.

The crowd roared in excitement.

”You... That was luck.”

Adriel’s stance didn’t waver.

He spun the spear once more, planting his back foot.

”No. That wasn’t luck. It’s just my strength.”

Kaivor tried to raise his sword again, but his arms shook.

Adriel rushed forward, spear blurring in a flurry of quick strikes.

Each blow pushed Kaivor further and further back.

The announce jumped in excitement.

”He’s pushing him to the edge!”

Kaivor let out one last shout, swinging desperately.

”Horn Breaker!”

Adriel sidestepped, twisted, and slammed the spear’s butt into Kaivor’s ribs.

Kaivor groaned. His grip on his sword loosened.

And before he could react, the silver tip pressed firmly against his throat.

The crowd quickly erupted.

The announcer raised both arms.

”Winner. Adriel of the Silver Flame Sect!”

Adriel pulled his weapon back, gave a small bow, and walked off as if nothing had happened.

Kaivor sat on the floor, frowning.

”Damn it.”

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Garion leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, watching the stage below.

”Not bad. Their body form when attacking is clean. That Kaivor kid even puts power in the leg.”

He tapped his chin.

”But the footwork’s still stiff. Adriel’s spear flow is smoother, but he wastes energy twirling it like a show-off.”

The elders around him gave odd looks, whispering about his strange words, but Garion ignored them.

Garion then looked back at the battle.

”Although they are good, knowing how to move and how to swing...”

He smirked.

”They were not still as good as Dahlia. Her stance is sharper and she’s faster too.”

He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest.

”If she faced either of them right now? She’d win. Easy.”

Down below, Dahlia sat cross-legged in the waiting area.

She watched as Adriel beat Kaivor.

”... Is this it?”

The girl next to her glanced over.

”What do you mean?”

Dahlia shrugged.

”They move nice, but they waste too much time yelling and spinning around. If they fought my master, he’d choke them out in ten seconds.”

The girl blinked, shocked. ”...Choke?”

Dahlia lifted her hands and mimed squeezing someone’s neck.

”Yeah. Like this. He really likes it.”

The girl frowned as she quickly scooted a little farther.

Dahlia leaned back, stretching her arms.

”Honestly, Master’s warm-ups are scarier than this fight. Squats and push-ups hurt more than those strikes.”

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